Burpy the Burposaur had a big surprise for everybody in his elementary school on his first day there. His teacher ended up in a tree and the bus driver who had mistreated Burpy didn’t fare much better. You see, a burposaur, when he gets very nervous, builds up a great amount of gas in his tummy, which, if released, can be very dangerous to himself and everyone around him. So if you’re smart, you won’t make one nervous.
Many years ago, I created Burpy and wrote a Dr. Zeuss-like rhyming children’s book – Burpy the Burposaur Goes to School © – to follow the little dinosaur’s adventure, or misadventure, as he tries to fit in with his class in his new school. My grandkids and other youngsters through the years have loved the story despite its not being illustrated. I think much of the reason they loved it is because it isn’t illustrated, that they were able to tickle their fertile imaginations to create their own Burpy world. By doing so they became active co-creators of the work, not passive bystanders whose impressions were limited by the vision of illustrators.
I’ve published the book on Amazon as an ebook for Kindle. You’re welcome to buy it for $2.99 at https://www.amazon.com/s?k=larry+alan+brown+burpy&ref=nb_sb_noss.
At a deeper level, the story is about hope, forgiveness and overcoming discouragement. As Burpy discovers, many situations we find ourselves in are often not as bad as we think. And the endings are often sweet beyond our expectations, especially when we have good, kind people (or burposaurs!) who love and care about us.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Now hurry up, Burpy, ‘cause we’ve got to run!”
The Burposaur mom warns her Burposaur son.
“The school bus is here but it won’t wait for long,
“Let’s go! We can make it! Let’s move right along!”
He runs out the door with his mom right behind him.
“Your books and your lunch bag!” she shouts to remind him.
They scamper and huff and they run all the way,
The bus starts to leave, it starts driving away.
“Wait for me! Stop the bus!” Burpy yells to the driver,
But the driver, Fred Fiver, is a well-known conniver,
Who likes to see little kids kick up a fuss,
By driving away so they’ll miss the school bus!
Burpy sinks to the street; he sits down in a pile,
He sits and he pouts in the street for a while.
The cars honk their horns, ’cause they can’t get around him,
The cars and the trucks and the bikes all surround him.
A police helicopter, a cop-hopper chopper,
Flies over to see why the traffic’s stopped-stopper.
They find out why Burpy is plopped in the street,
They offer to fly him to school, what a treat!
If you want to see how the story ends, visit Amazon and find out!
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